Henges and Pen Pots.

I used to own a desk tidy. I’ve since graduated to a simple pen pot.Useful devices that retain writing implements and various other stationery in an upright position, corralling the paraphernalia of the deskdom into a cylindrical cup of ink and lead, from the marker to the pencil; the fountain to the highlighter; the Sharpie to the Parker. I used to have scissors in mine, but they disappeared.

I saw Stonehenge for the first time ever today.
The road runs close past it, and it’s a beautiful sight. To think that I can call myself Chris Turner BA (Hons) in Archaeology and Anthropology without ever visiting this site is highly amusing. I drove past it on the way to a gig in Shaftesbury, Dorset (a tiny town with a lovely/quaint arts centre, and a dire requirement for a one-way system), and plenty of time to stare at the stones, due to the superb skills of the A303′s planners, who thought that having a road where the width of carriageway changes more times than an epileptic traffic light was a fantastic idea.

Standing stones, standing traffic.

I’m off to Budapest in six weeks, and today I spoke to a Hungarian woman who taught me about the short and long vowel sounds in their language – it turns out I’ve been pronouncing the words for ‘wine cellar’ and ‘beer cellar’ incorrectly, so I’m glad to have finally learned.

Fragments here, but three other things are:

1. If you’re interested in the inner workings of stand up, check out The Comedian’s Comedian podcast with Stuart Goldsmith. It’s very good.
2. John Fahey is brilliant writing music. Have a listen to any of his early stuff if you can.
3. If you live in Nottingham, come to thison Sunday – a BBQ and a gig. I’ll be there doing jokes and stuff.

Sleep tight.

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